We love our Sharpies at our house. Passionately. Sometimes, they are the only tool of choice for Iz. We decorate pumpkins with them, made Christmas cards, and made lots of other art. I was thrilled to read about . Via and .
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Those were the words I heard this morning during the morning routine (making the sink sparkle, folding laundry, cleaning out the fridge). First thought – Rob left the sharps basket out, and she grabbed the razor, but if she’d cut herself, I would have known, maybe she grabbed one that didn’t have a blade in it? I thought she was still downstairs with me and I ran all around, but no Iz. Again, “MOM! I’M SHAAAAVING”. I looked up the stairs and this is what I saw smiling down at me:
Somehow, she’d gotten a Sharpie from somewhere, and ran upstairs and sat in front of her mirror. She probably spent about 15 minutes or so covering her ENTIRE body with black sharpie. When I came upstairs, she sat in front of her mirror and tried to “shave” some more.
Does anybody know how to remove Sharpie from the body?
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